I was thinking so much about this week's word BIZARRE and no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't find a suitable inspiration for the word.
Something bizarre .... mmm so many things on this planet are bizarre, but then I remembered something that happened in my childhood where because I was a bit Bizarre I had to live a somewhat difficult experience, but that helped me to accept myself as I am.
In my first grade when I was only 7 years old, I was studying in a private religious school, but something happened ... and that is that I was the highest of my group or perhaps of all the groups of that level and for all I was the girl Strange, they told me the giraffe in the living room.
The truth is that I was affected a little by the teasing of my classmates, but I did not say anything, I tried to cope, we were all children there was not so much importance.
Until a day came when a group of girls got upset about a job that had been well done, and they tore my sheet from my hand, they began to beat me, they threw me to the floor and they kicked my stomach, just for being different from them. or at least that's what they thought of me.
My teacher to whom also something about me seemed strange and did not love me, at that moment she did nothing, I came home with marks on my face and my arms, Mom could not with the impression and became a beast. She began to call each father of the girls and she took charge of summoning them, because she had not received any calls from the school and that made her even more angry.
The next day, my mother defended me at that school as I had never imagined, I remember that the principal was scared, my mother came to the owners of that school and managed to get the girls to be expelled for good.
but it was not the same anymore, everyone kept looking at me bizarre, I was still someone different for them just for being taller than normal.
My mom, before taking me out of that school, advised me and made me understand that she was a girl with many abilities and that it was an advantage to be tall, I remember that I name each of my virtues and it made me feel truly good.
I understood that being different or strange was not something that I should be self-conscious about, I had to accept myself as God made me, in the end it is always an advantage to have something different.
I do not know how strange that girl who generated so much hatred for me, I was just a girl who wanted to be happy and ready, but now I think that her problem was perhaps something created at home.
Today, I have gone through many schools, for moving issues and I have met many people, with different and strange tastes, friends who never saw my height as something strange, but as a great advantage.
I learned to love myself without a doubt since I am and will be a great person and there is nothing that can destroy my clear goals and objectives in this life, as long as I remain totally determined to continue with a positive mind.
Bizarre, it is just an adjective that we use to define something that we do not know or that is not to our liking, but it does not mean that it is something bad, on the contrary, it is the strange things that add that salt to life, to the world , since we learn from them, through them many scientists today investigate until they reach their goal, discover the cure for that bizarre disease, discover the name or origin of some species and among other things that they are passionate about.
I don't know how Bizarre this is, but what I do know is that I am still the highest in all the groups and I no longer feel strange, I feel that it is the greatest advantage in many ways and I appreciate that experience because it made me understand that there people who do not accept the differences of others and live bitter and with feelings of hatred that will not lead to anything good. That girl was being expelled from school, just for not accepting something different in me.
At my young age, there are many strange things in me, hahaha but I enjoy them to the fullest, I do not suffer from any kind of complex, I have different tastes from young people my age, I focus more on a good fiction series, I love to dream and create stories of those dreams, animals are my passion, of all species, I have goals within a term of no more than 5 years where I see myself as the owner of my own company and believe me that to many this seems strange, but it does not matter, I have the support of my mother, my father and other relatives and that is more than enough.
This is my entry to the 
